I have made another cricket poem. It's about one of my friends' younger brothers (3 and 4 years old) playing cricket together.
Come and I will bowl at you
Run between the wickets and get the bigger total
I will go easy on you
Cause you need the practise
K'mon! You've got to do better than that!
Enough! Now I get serious
There! You're out! I'm batting now
That was a little... strange. Here's another I made about my cricket Grand Final yesterday.
The Game of Our Life
The grand final is here at last
We are ready to play the game of our lives
This will be a tough game
We need to play our best today
The game is underway
We have heaps of runs on the board
Lachlan has retired, and so has Rion
This might not be such a bad game
FOUR RUNS!
A masterful shot from Stephen,
Our captain
Brings up the 50th run
DROPPED!
Stephen was dropped on 5!
If he held that catch,
Our final hopes would've shattered
Two wickets have fallen
It's now 2/103
A huge score
Very good for the team
Not long later, our innings is over.
A total of 121 runs.
One of our highest scores ever
A milestone in itself
We go out to field,
The sun in our eyes.
The first over is bowled, the first wicket taken.
The score is 1/0
CATCH!
A catch is dropped,
A chance failed
This could be the end
CATCH! BOWLED!
It's 3/13
Now the dreaded Myles is at the crease
If this guy gets a decent start, we will never win
HOWZAT!
Myles is out!
Out for naught
His lowest score this year
He rants and raves
And denies the decision,
But it's too late
He can not do anything
At the break, the score is 5/28
A very woosy score for the best team we've played
We go back on, confident of a win
How could we lose this game? We all thought.
Two more wickets are taken, 7/39
The game is in the bag
We will win for sure
There is no doubt anymore.
Two more wickets are taken
We only need one more
HOWZAT!
Appealing for Leg Before Wicket
The batsman is out!
It's all over!
We have won!
We are the premiers!
We jump around
Excited as can be
Throwing the stumps around
And the bails too.
We shake hands with the opposition
We are very happy,
But Gracemere are not
Who cares? We thought
Now we look back at that magnificent game
The game of our lives
The one we will all remember
'Till the day we die